Clyde heaved a sigh of relief the moment his eyes confirmed it. Mina was alive, and even better than alive.
Standing atop a crushed police car, dirt and blood streaking her face, her torn sleeves fluttering in the wind, she looked shaken but upright.
The dagger he had given her back then was gripped tightly in her hand. Her knuckles were white, her arm trembling but there was blood on the blade.
That meant she had fought and killed.
"Good," Clyde thought. "She won't be a burden."
This was exactly what he had prepared her for.
He advanced. Silvercoil spear flashing as he cut down another lunging monster. His feet barely touched the broken pavement. Smoke and blood swirled around him as the battle raged on in every direction.
But then it happened.
Just as he was closing the distance to reach her, a large man burst out from behind a wrecked sedan and tackled Mina to the ground.
"Shit," Clyde hissed then breaking into a sprint. But he was still too far.
